Disclaimer: I do not own Pitch Perfect. This fic is based on a movie.
AN: Hey guys! Thank you very much for reading this, you're all awesome! I want to send my hugs and kisses to those who have followed, favorited and reviewed this fic, I really appreciate them. ;D Thank you also to my amazing beta, thebutternutmunckin, for editing this and the other chapters to come. Anyway, here goes Chapter 2, enjoy! ;)
Chapter 2: The Tough Cookie
The sound of wailing sirens stirred Chloe up from her sleep. Her eyes flung open as they got louder and louder. There were yelling and shouting coming from the outside of her bedroom window. Her eyebrows wrinkled in wonder as she tried figuring out what was happening around her. Next thing she knew, her name was being called through a megaphone.
"Chloe Beale, you are under arrest!"
Shock traveled through her body and in no time she was up and out of her bed. She hurriedly went straight to her window to find out what all the commotion was about. Her jaw dropped at seeing the dozens of police cars surrounding her apartment building and men in black SWAT uniforms with guns ready to fire started to disperse.
She then heard the angry second warning coming from the policemen.
"Chloe Beale, you are under arrest for damaging a luxurious car! Surrender yourself!"
Chloe panicked. She didn't know what to do. She closed the window curtain and started pacing back and forth beside her bed trying to figure out her move when, suddenly, she heard a gunshot. A fearful scream escaped her mouth as she dropped herself to the ground.
"Oh my God, no! Please don't shoot me! I didn't mean to do it! I don't have $3,000!" she exclaimed, her voice high-pitched as she started crying like a baby. She grabbed her Hello Kitty stuffed toy and curled up with it on the floor.
"Chloe Beale, surrender yourself or else we will be forced to take more drastic measures! You know you owe her that $3,000! There is no escape from this! I repeat, surrender yourself!"
Frozen in fear, the redhead didn't move from her spot. A beat of silence blanketed the air before loud rains of bullets were fired at her room without mercy. Chloe let out scream after scream as she crawled under her bed for cover. The gun fires continued relentlessly as she moved to the farthest corner, desperately seeking for safety. She tried covering her ears but her eyes suddenly widened at the sound of a familiar tune coming from the top of her bed. "Wait, is that my lady jam?"
Chloe's eyes flew open to the chorus of Titanium. Her brain was still a bit fuzzy from sleep that she didn't immediately recognize the sound as her ringtone. Someone was calling her. Dazed and confused, she got up and cautiously went to her window. There were no police cars or policemen in SWAT uniforms. It was only just a dream.
"Geez, what a nightmare!" she murmured as her hand found its way to her chest, the rapid beating of her heart slowing down in relief. She turned to where her phone still kept ringing endlessly. Shaking her head, she crawled back to her bed and picked it up without looking at the screen.
"Hello?" she answered, voice still sleepy and grumpy.
"It's me."
"What do you want?"
"We have unfinished business."
"What business? It's over, isn't it? You know, I really tried to do my best but it's over, we're over so stop bothering me."
"Are you crazy?!"
"Huh? What do you want, Tom? You're the one who broke up with me."
"Who the hell is Tom?"
Chloe scrunched her eyebrows in confusion and looked at her screen, noticing an unfamiliar number calling her. Her ex-boyfriend had been her first thought when she heard the voice because Tom always sounded like a girl over the phone.
"Oops. Who is this then?"
"This is Beca Mitchell."
"Beca Mitchell? I don't know any Beca Mitchell."
She heard the person on the other line let out a frustrated sigh and what sounded like a growl.
"Oh, you don't? I guess I haven't given you a proper introduction yet, Missy. Let me refresh your memory then. Do you happen to remember a beautiful and brand new Lotus Elise car that crashed into a pole yesterday?" Chloe's mouth opened but before she could form any response, the angry disembodied voice continued. "Hmmm?! And why did it crash? Well, some cranky redhead high school girl who probably had PMS that day kicked a beer can off the road and, being the great kicker that she was, it went flying straight to the driver's head who was unfortunately driving by just in time. So, the driver got distracted by the stupid beer can that she lost control of her new car and went crashing into the nearest pole." The tiny DJ paused as her teeth gritted in irritation. "Now, do you remember?"
Chloe bit her fingernails as the memory seeped through her fuzzy brain. Shit, shit, shit. Her nightmare just came true. In blind panic, she abruptly disconnected the call and turned off her phone. She rolled back on her bed and cried like a baby, cuddling her Hello Kitty stuffed toy.
Kitty, please help me.
"Isn't today your first monthsary with Tom?" Stacie asked as she sat beside Chloe in their classroom during their free period.
Chloe sighed. "Yeah, but we broke up yesterday."
"Why did you guys break up?"
Chloe ignored Stacie's question and instead asked her about something that had been bothering her since yesterday.
"Are you familiar with a Lotus Elise car?"
Stacie thought for a while as Fat Amy joined them in their seats.
"I've never ridden in one, but I've heard of it."
"Did you say Lotus Elise, ginger?" asked the Australian. The redhead nodded. "That's a pretty mad car like how mad the Tasmanian devils are. My brother talks about it all the time. I think it's a British sports car. He has a poster of it in his room, it looks so cool."
"How much do you think would it cost to fix up a tiny scratch on that car?" Chloe asked them as she brought her thumb and index finger together to show them what she meant by the tiny scratch.
Her two friends pondered at her question wondering why the redhead was suddenly interested with cars and scratches.
"Aha. What did you do?" Stacie raised an eyebrow at her while Fat Amy looked at her suspiciously.
"What? I didn't do anything. It was my friend." She denied in an innocent voice.
Aubrey overheard their conversation and butted in unexpectedly. "The Lotus Elise is a two-seat, rear-wheel drive, mid-engined roadster conceived in early 1994 and released in September 1996 by the English manufacturer Lotus Cars. The car has a hand-finished fibreglass body shell atop its bonded extruded aluminium chassis that provides a rigid platform for the suspension, while keeping weight and production costs to a minimum. The roadster is capable of speeds up to 240 km/h or 150 mph. The Elise was named after Elisa, the granddaughter of Romano Artioli who was chairman of Lotus at the time of the car's launch."
Three sets of eyes widened at the blonde's apparently detailed knowledge about the Lotus Elise. "And to answer your question, it would probably cost around three grand if there's a tiny scratch on it." She wickedly smirked and turned away to read her book.
"Three grand?" Stacie exclaimed in shock.
"Well, I think it'll probably be easier if you just pay for it using your body." Fat Amy winked at the redhead. "I could help you. I'm like supah good at bikini car washes."
Chloe made a face and frowned.
Chloe Beale, you are in deep shit.
It was almost five in the afternoon and all classes at Chilton Academy just got dismissed. The three friends walked hand in hand together as they made their way out of the school. They were approaching the main school gate when they saw all the other girls from other classes run and gather at some commotion outside.
"Are they giving out free tampons?" asked Fat Amy excitedly. Stacie's eyes widened at the idea and decided to run together with Fat Amy towards the group of girls to see what it was about.
"These ding-a-lings always go crazy over free stuff," Chloe mumbled to herself. "Save some for me!" she shouted to her two friends as she ran after them, well, also hoping to get some free stuff.
As they reached the group of girls, they tried to move past along them until they got to the front of the group. There, they saw that the wall was filled with colored posters all over with only one thing written in all of them: Wanted: Chloe Beale.
Chloe's big, bright, blue eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the posters. Once again panicking, the redhead started tearing them down when suddenly a voice spoke behind her.
"Long time, no see, Red!" Beca Mitchell appeared seemingly from nowhere, smiling like an idiot.
Chloe's face turned bright red upon seeing the brunette. "Hi?" she waved her hand nervously as she bit her lip, frowning.
"You look beautiful today," she greeted the still shocked girl. She raised an eyebrow, her smile instantly turning into a wicked smirk.
All the other girls stared at them in awe. Some stared at the brunette with blatant desire not-so-subtly painted in their expressions. It seemed Beca Mitchell's appeal transcended even the most reserved of private schoolgirls.
The DJ walked towards the redhead and the next thing Chloe knew, the brunette's arms wrapped around her legs and she was tossed over the other girl's tiny shoulder.
Holy crap! How is this tiny creature able to carry me? Does she have superpowers or something? Chloe thought as Beca carried her all the way to her car.
"Help! Help me! Help!" Chloe tried to scream as the brunette placed her down in the passenger seat and strapped her in, locking the seatbelt none too gently. "Behave!" the brunette commanded.
Her classmates and friends, however, didn't pay any attention to her. They were too distracted by the pretty brunette that they all gaped at the sight of her. Some were even feeling a little jealous that she and Chloe appeared to be close friends.
Where is she taking me? Chloe's paranoid mind went through a myriad of scenarios as she watched Beca drive her car. Since her Lotus Elise was brought to the shop for repair, she borrowed one her best friend's Porsches for the day.
"It's such a beautiful day, isn't it?" The tiny brunette said out loud as she waved her hand in the air and breathed in a mouthful of air. She grinned and looked at the schoolgirl seated to her right. "A beautiful day to go to a police station!"
Chloe's eyes widened in fear at the mention of the police. Brain, please stop imagining things!
"Or maybe, we should go to the mountains instead. What do think, Red?"
The redhead's paranoid mind instantly created a scenario where she was gagged and tied up around her arms and legs and Beca was going to bury her in a deep, open, unmarked grave. She was so gonna die!
"Please don't kill me," she begged the tiny brunette as her bottom lip quivered at the thought.
"What? You're thinking that I'm planning kill you?"
The redhead nodded.
"I'm not going to kill you, Red."
Chloe breathed out a sigh of relief and started to relax. "As long as you give me the $3,000." She let out a whimper and her face turned pale.
"I'm only a poor high school senior. I really don't have any money." She tried to explain, her voice practically begging the brunette to see reason.
"So you have no way of paying for the damage?" Beca inquired.
The redhead pouted and shook her head.
A piece of paper landed in front of her a minute after they sat inside a restaurant.
"Sign it," the tiny brunette commanded as she sat comfortably in her chair.
"What is it?" Chloe glanced at the paper.
"Read it, Missy!"
The redhead picked up the document and her eyes squinted at the headline. Her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Enslavement Agreement?"
"Yes. Since, apparently, you can't afford to pay me in cash, then you would have to work for it. It's $30 a day as my slave and because you owe me $3,000, one hundred days should cover it," Beca explained as she leisurely took a sip of her drink.
"What?!" the redhead screamed in shock. "This is not fair!"
"What's not fair? Would you rather I call your parents so that they could pay me the $3,000, instead?"
At the mention of her parents, Chloe's face turned a bright red mix of fear and vitriol as she looked at the DJ. She's so small but so freakin' terrible!
When she didn't respond, Beca took out her phone and pretended to dial a number.
"Okay, okay, fine! I'll sign it!" The redhead told her immediately.
Beca smirked. "If you think this is unfair, there are so many ways for you to give me my $3,000."
Chloe's paranoid mind yet again created several mental images of the tiny woman pimping her to some gangster until she got her $3,000. She shook her head in disgust.
The brunette seemed to have read her mind.
"Are you crazy, Red? You're not even pretty enough."
She glared at her, spat out an indignant "Whatever!" and started signing the contract.
"Hurry up. I'm starving," Beca demanded as she watched the redhead sign the agreement and her eyes widened at what the schoolgirl was writing.
Signed: Chloe Beale, Stay happy because love is louder! XOXOXO
The DJ shook her head and scoffed in disbelief. Fuckin' childish for a senior high school student, she thought.
After Chloe signed the agreement, Beca told her that she would be calling her for her service anytime, anywhere and the redhead should be alert to take those calls anytime, anywhere. Chloe sighed as she rolled her eyes. Ugh. So help me God, I wanna crush this tiny bug!
"Okay, this is done." Beca nodded, satisfied with the outcome of their meeting. "You can leave now. And remember to answer my calls right away."
"You won't even let me eat after all this?" she pouted at the brunette as her stomach growled in agreement.
Beca let out an obnoxious laugh. "Excuse me? You seriously think I'd dine with you?" She looked at her pointedly. "I don't eat with my slaves. Now, scoot!" she motioned for the student to leave the restaurant.
The redhead huffed and stood up from her seat and when she was about to take a step outside, Beca stopped her.
"Hold on," she said as she pulled something from her pocket. "By the way, your school ID stays with me until the end of our agreement," she smirked wickedly. "And here's $10," she offered the bill to the student and winked. "Go buy yourself some cookies."
After eating dinner at the restaurant, Beca drove back home to her best friend's house where she was temporarily staying. She heard music playing as she entered the lavish household so she went directly to his room.
"I thought you have a big exam tomorrow? Why is the Great Jesse Swanson busy playing the guitar instead of studying?" she asked as she peaked her head through the half-open door.
"Well, I don't have to study, you know," answered the brunette boy as he continued to tune his guitar.
"Right. Because you're such a genius that you're about to flunk almost all of your subjects," she teased as she sat on his bed. "It really is a wonder why you aren't expelled yet."
Jesse laughed. "Who expels the son of the university president?" he asked rather cockily.
"Like that's something to brag about,"Beca countered with a roll of her eyes as she regarded him. Lazy idiot.
Jesse flashed her a winsome grin to which the brunette just shook her head at. "Anyway, did you get your car fixed? Did you get the money?"
The DJ raised an eyebrow as a mischievous smile formed on her face. "Do I look that desperate to go after some repair money?"
"You're the one who freaked out about the scratch on your car," Jesse pointed out.
"Yeah, yeah," Beca acquiesced, waving a dismissive hand. "I can't say I didn't get the money." She pulled out a sheet of paper from her back pocket and gave it to him.
Curiosity spread over Jesse's face at the paper and as he started reading it, his eyebrows rose in surprise and mild amusement.
"An Enslavement Agreement?" his eyes drifted from the paper to Beca. The DJ just shrugged.
"I, Chloe Beale… wait, I thought you're not interested in girls?" Jesse eyed the brunette carefully. He grinned when Beca shrugged again. "I knew it!" Jesse jumped out of his seat and started to playfully punch Beca's arm. "My best friend is into girls! That's why she couldn't see how handsome I am!"
The tiny brunette glared at him and playfully shoved him back. "No, I'm not. It's just for fun. And really Jesse, you're not that handsome."
"I am totally handsome," Jesse huffed out indignantly. "Girls go crazy over me every time. Well, except for you," he stuck his tongue out at her, "because you're into girls. Now I know why!" He pumped his fist triumphantly before he continued reading. Beca just rolled her eyes. Boys and their egos, such maturity.
"For 100 days?" his eyes widened as he read that part in the agreement. "Are you serious about this, Becaw?" he looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.
Beca shook her head and laughed a little. "I know how to have real fun, Jesse. My life is not as boring as yours." She pulled the agreement from his hand as she made her way out of the room smiling to herself.
Thank you for reading! Please feel free to leave your comments below, positive or negative, I don't bite. ;P I will try to reply to each of them if I get the chance. I'll try to upload Chapter 3 in a week or so, no promises though. ;P
